Dear Augosto, In appreciation, admiration and mischief. venantius ________________________________
Extol ye all, Augusto -- he of critical voice through splendid lament Hast penned a poem that should ne'er be forgotten In molten verse and Goan verve -- Jai Manguesh To elucidate revelations of the dastardly Sarpanch of Moira To the Sarpanch, may he be perpetuate for his deeds -- crass and low, Nattok and fozne, staged and fired, and urak be poured as a libation on Moira's crossroads To focus on yet another accursed existence A generation past its prime when stories be told Of the Sarpanch of Moira, chorbelelo (fattened) he be Who let his bells be rung, and navel tickled -- with clamour loud; sold out Snorted into Moiras's earth, and harrumphed before turning to dust __________________________________________________________________ From: "augusto pinto" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Cheers Dears: A Song in Praise of the Sarpanch of Moira Blessed be the Sarpanch of Moira!! Hail! Halleluyah!! For he is Handsome and Comely and Cuddly and Cute And Wise beyond Compare, his Knowledge boundless - Yea! Being a Doutor Advogado - no less! Halleluyah!!! Our Sarpanch does not delight in Wickedness! Naah!! And he is not boastful or pompous, but like Arjun On the battlefields of Kurukshetra will, reluctantly Lay to waste all the Unjust before him. Halleluyah!! Popular as a Hero he is, acclaimed by all, far and wide - Yea! Having won his ward election with just 29% of the vote. He blots out the names of Evildoers from voter rolls and - Voshimor!! Throws the wicked out of the Gram Sabha! He speaketh only sweet words, and doeth only good deeds During election times, he pours the Nectar of the Gods - Yea! Down the throats of the poorest of the poor parched Voters. And fills the swimming pools of poor Moidekars with water. He will never allow huge building projects in Moira. Naah!! And not a Soul will dare to say he took a single Naya Paisa Of Bribe from Builders to cut hills and build swimming pools. Whatever he does, he does for the good of the Moidekars And for the Panchas, all out of the goodness of his heart. Our helpful Sarpanch assists the Voiceless ceaselessly - Yea! To get voter id cards and ration cards and light connections, And they will gratefully vote for him at the next elections. And when the Wicked assail him with stupid questions These poor downtrodden Souls will stand solidly by his side And raising their myriad sozzled tongues in unison - Yea! Will shout down the queries of the Mischief Mongers And they will break the arms of the Evildoers! Halleluyah!! Snarling at the Wicked till they cow down like sheep - Yea! And will even bodily lift up Handmaidens with big mouths And throw them into dark dungeons for hours on end. O Dear Sarpanch! You are our Shephard! Halleluyah!! With you we will never want in good times and in bad, In sickness and in health, when drunk and when sober - Yea! Till your Enemies do you in - or the polls do us part. Beloved Sarpanch! Do not go wonky into the good night But like a Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright, put up a good fight Kill off your Enemies! Smite them with spite and Rage!! Krist! Marx! Allah! Gandhi! Ram! Sab ka Naam Satya Hai!!! [This was published in the Herald, Goa of 5 November 2008] -- Augusto Pinto 40, Novo Portugal, Moira, Bardez, Goa, India E [EMAIL PROTECTED] or [EMAIL PROTECTED] P 0832-2470336 M 9881126350 End of Goanet Digest, Vol 3, Issue 1430 ***************************************